this morning #1525.
this morning, after spending a day in this town, i was more than ready to leave. creepy people. yesterday, i’d asked around about the loner who’d gone missing. got lots of cryptic answers. said his name to the old man at the town hall. his eyes lit up but he’d just say that “he was a good man who’d lost his way.” tried the diner. my waitress didn’t know him but a guy behind her muttered something under his breath. i asked what he’d said. he repeated it for all to hear. THAT FOOL GOT WHAT HE DESERVED. wouldn’t elaborate. people on the street gave me similar treatment. few words. no meaning. as i packed, there was a knock on my motel door. through the peephole, the man from the town hall stood there holding a folder.